Title: My Little Pony

Pairing: Poland x Lithuania

Rating: T

Poland and America met toward the back of the bar. They exchanged secret super-spy looks, and America made them fistbump, as they both watched England sit at the actual bar part of the bar, ordering some drink that probably tasted like pee or something. England had weird tastes in drinks. And foods. And everything. Especially men. Just look at America, he's a freak. So is France.

"Is the plan going as... um... like, planned?" Poland asked, pulling his secret agent sunglasses down his nose to stare secretly at England.

"Yeah, I think so, broseph!" America said, pulling about four hamburgers out of his pocket and practically swallowing at least two of them whole. "Look at him, getting all cute and drunk!" America stopped his obsessive eating to smile fondly at the Briton, before cackling and saying something about the Boston Tea Party.

"Good," Poland said, sliding his sunglasses back up his face and leaning coolly against the wall. "If I don't get that idiot's wand, I'll, like, die."

"Yeah," America agreed, shoving some more burgers into his mouth. "But Poland, if you don't give me those things you promised, I'll kill you."

Poland rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, America, you'll get your Valley Girl dresses. I've already got them all hung up in my closet, but if I don't get this wand, you get, like, nothing."

"Right." America nodded, then stood up, moving toward England. "I'll just go order him some more beers or something, yeah? Yeah, good."

"Yeah," Poland agreed, even though America had already left. He rolled his eyes and watched America smoothly slip, like, five more beers in front of England, who downed them all like they were water and he was dying of thirst. At this rate, England was going to be drunk within fifteen minutes, and all the planning he and America had done that day would have been completely pointless. Not that they had really planned much, just discussed prices.

Poland considered getting a drink, but then figured England would find it suspicious if he randomly showed up at the same bar as him. No, he would stay here, and wait until England was suitably drunk- AHA! America turned and gave him a subtle (well, maybe not so subtle) thumbs-up, which meant that England had dropped the- THERE IT WAS. Poland quickly moved away from the wall, darting nimbly through the crowd until he was right behind England. He ducked down, searching around the drunken Nation's barstool and finally locating it: England's wand, the one with the cute little star on the end. Not that he had other wands. Well, that Poland knew of. He could have forty-million wands or something, but it didn't matter, 'cause Poland had one, and now his dastardly plan would go into action! Mwahahaha!

Poland snatched up the wand and was out of the bar in seconds. America stayed inside with England, of course, as was part of their deal. Poland would go straight home and get the Valley Girl dresses ready, though it wouldn't be long before America showed up, considering how drunk England was. As soon as America had the dresses, Poland would go straight to his house and then... well... he didn't want to think about it, for fear everything would go wrong.

Poland paced impatiently in front of his door, moving to check on the Valley Girl dresses, and then back to check on the door. It was only around five minutes before America showed up, but it felt like five hours.

A knocking came from the door, and Poland was instantly at the closet, grabbing the dresses before bounding back to where he came. He opened up the front door and thrust the dresses at the waiting American.

"Here, take them!"

"Yes!" America celebrated as he looked them over before slinging them over his arm. A thought struck him- almost visibly -and he looked back at Poland. "What do you want the wand for, anyway?"

Poland winked saucily. "That's for me to know and you to, like, not know."

America pouted in confusion. "I thought it was 'That's for me to know and you to find out?'"

"I don't, like, want you to find out," Poland said, rolling his eyes and flipping his hair over his shoulder. "Now go away, I have, like, important things to do."

And with that, he slammed the door in America's face, who stared at it for a moment, then shrugged and walked off. He would have to try on these dresses now, after all.

Poland hurriedly locked the door, then ran back to his bedroom and hopped onto his bed. He examined the wand from the tip of the star to the end of the stick it was perched on, then pointed it at the lamp on his bedside table, which was turned off.

"Lumos!" he chanted. The lamp slowly but surely glowed to life, causing Poland to jump up from the bed and let out a cheer. Yes! Of course England would make sure he could use Harry Potter spells with his wand, the stupid cosplayer! Haha!

He ran to his desk, in the right corner of his room, and grabbed his laptop, unplugging it and carrying it to his bed. He searched spell to turn someone into a pony. It came up with pallunus verto. He shrugged. It'd have to do.

He hopped out of bed, holding the wand tightly in a clenched fist, then ran outside and into his car. He started the engine, then tore out of the driveway and straight to none other than... Lithuania's house.

He walked pertly up to the door and rang the bell, even though that he knew that Lithuania would be sleeping. He would definitely answer the door though, because he always did, every time Poland came to his house in the middle of the night. He was just that... nice. Which is why Poland felt vaguely guilty about what he was about to do, but whatever. Everything would be better this way.

And sure enough, Lithuania showed up just a couple seconds later, wearing a bathrobe and looking as if he had just been woken up in the middle of the night by someone who wanted to turn him into a pony.

"Poland...?" he asked sleepily.

"Pallunus verto!" Poland shouted, pointing the wand at his friend's chest. The transformation was almost instantaneous: in a matter of seconds, a smallish pony was sitting in front of Poland instead of his friend. Well, technically it was still his friend, just in pony form. Also cuter, because animals are cuter than humans. And countries.

The Lithuania-pony made a strangely questioning noise and Poland couldn't stop himself from giggling. Wow, Lithuania-pony was soooooo cute!

"What is it, Liet? Are you, like, asking what just happened? To answer your question, I just, like, turned you into a pony!"

Lithuania made a sort of mooing noise that Poland figured meant that he was wondering why in heck he had done this. Why in heck indeed, Poland thought, trying to sound fancy and dramatic in his thoughts. Well, he had wanted to confess his feelings to his friend (aka Lithuania) but he had found it impossible to do. Every time he tried Liet's green eyes had seemed to burn into his own and he couldn't help but pretend he had wanted to say something else. So, he had finally decided that if Lithuania himself was the problem, he would get rid of Lithuania! ...By turning him into a pony. Ponies were his favorite animal, after all. He would have no trouble telling one that he liked his best friend, even if said pony was his best friend...

"Well Liet, I'm guessing you're wondering why I've done this to you!" Poland took a deep, steeling breath. "Well, it's because... um... Well, Liet, the thing is that I really really like you and I've tried to tell you like a bajillion times but I just can't 'cause, like... um... I don't know, I keep chickening out! So I figured I might as well turn you into a pony to try again."

Lithuania-pony gave him a look that clearly said- even through his new equine face -that he thought that was a kind of stupid idea.

"I'm sorry!" Poland said hurriedly. "I'll turn you back as soon as I say what I, like, need to say!" He took another deep breath. "Okay, so here I go: Liet, I... well... I kind of... um... am in love with you." Lithuania-pony's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he made no noise as Poland continued.

"I've been in love with you since, like, ever, actually, and like I wanted to tell you but I could never find the right time and just... well... that's mostly all. I can turn you back into a country now. Maybe. I might need to call England or something..." Poland shifted awkwardly from one foot to another. He hadn't foreseen that he would want an answer from Lithuania more than anything else, and so he hadn't looked up a turn-back-into-a-human spell.

"Um... so... I might be able to look up a spell on your computer." he continued awkwardly. Lithuania-pony huffed, then turned and walked back inside his house. Poland trailed after him, sweating nervously. Ugh, he was so stupid!

Lithuania-pony led him to his laptop, which Poland turned on and searched for a spell that would turn someone back to their original form. When he thought that he had found one, he grabbed England's wand, pointed it at Lithuania-pony, then uttered the spell. The change was immediate: One moment there was a pony, the next there was his best friend and secret crush. It was almost like the molecules that made up Lithuania liked being Lithuania better than being a pony.

"Poland..." Lithuania said immediately, voice rather stern. "There was honestly no need to turn me into a pony when I love you the same way you love me."

Poland's heart fluttered in his chest. "You, like, love me too?"

Lithuania nodded, cheeks turning slightly pink in the darkness of his sitting room. "Y-yeah, I have since forever, or so it seems."

"Really?!"

"Really really."

"Okay."

They sat there for a moment longer, saying nothing, until finally Poland said, "So what do we do now?"

Lithuania shrugged. "Sleep?"

"Sounds good."

And so they slept.

A/N First off, I couldn't not call this "My Little Pony." Secondly, this was requested by HolyGreatGrandpaRomanEmpire, who I haven't heard from in forever and have sort of decided is dead... So... yeah, that's all.

(Will edit later.)